Hey again.
Firstly, to Festesfootman;
Yeah, fair does, Elizabeth isn't prissy, but she's kind of 'expected' to be. That doesn't really make sense does it? Oh ok, I admit I was searching for words. And the whole soppy Jack thing . . .I don't know. Perhaps I ought to rewrite it a bit. It was just a wild stab in the dark as to what he'd be like really. *Shrugs*
And to Vesu: Teehee. Yup thought at least one person would think that. But no! I deceived you! But thanks for reviewing, reviewers are good people!
Also, I'd like to point out that Chapter 9 happened during Chapter 8. Just for those who were wondering.
Usual disclaimer.
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Chapter Ten - Revealed
Will Turner could see the 'Pearl' now, bobbing gently in the harbour. The sails were pulling sharply at their masts, trying to escape as the wind flew past them.
He really did feel happy again. His short adventure after the pirate raid on Port Royale had done him good. He needed a change of scenery, and he'd got it.
Stepping onto the gangplank of the familiar ship Will felt ten times better for knowing he'd be with his beloved very soon.
Elizabeth couldn't honestly remember feeling like this. The feel of Jack's fingers running through her hair, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. She moved her hand up to his face and onto his cheek. His skin felt surprisingly smooth. His beautiful dark brown eyes were opposite her own. And suddenly, Elizabeth was falling again. Her body didn't move but her consciousness seemed to be slipping into the darkness. But once again something stopped her. This time it was the feel of Jack's lips on hers. Her guilty conscience nagged her at the very back of her mind. Elizabeth ignored it, and let him kiss her. His mouth tasted faintly of seawater and rum. An un-expectedly pleasant flavour. It tasted almost as good as doing something she knew she shouldn't.
Will walked jauntily across the deck, and pushed open the cabin door. He opened his mouth to call out Elizabeth's name in a cheery manner, before sweeping her into his arms.
But instead, the governor's daughters name came out in a strangled gargle. Will grabbed the doorframe and staggered a few steps backward before attempting to regain his composure.
Jack heard the door squeak faintly, but paid no attention to the noise otherwise. Ships creaked and groaned all the time, why shouldn't the doors squeak occasionally? Then he heard the unmistakable sound of someone getting a nasty shock. Jack drew his lips away as he felt Elizabeth turn her head to the door. And there he was, the whelp in person. Looking like a gutted fish.
Nobody spoke. The silence covered everything like treacle. Will didn't think he could breathe. He wanted to reach for his sword, but it wasn't there. He wanted to break Jack's neck, but he thought better of it; it was too quick a death.
Elizabeth just stood there. Jack had let her go, and she had removed her hand from his face. On one hand, she felt grateful to Will. He had stopped her from doing anything that she was going to regret, but on the other hand, she had almost wanted to have something to regret. Looking from Will to Jack now, she knew well which man she would rather marry. It was just a shame that he was the one least likely to go anywhere near a church for any other reason than to rob it.
"Ahh. So it's you, young William."
The silence continued. No noise except for the lapping of the sea, yet it pounded in Jack's eardrums as though his head was resting on a drum. He looked at Will. The boy's eyes were drilling holes through Jack's head, out the other side, and through the wall behind.
Will looked straight at Jack. He couldn't believe this, even of a pirate. Will was beyond anger; he was on the dead calm on the other side of rage.
In a quick, sharp movement, Will grabbed the open collar of Jack's shirt, stepped backward and pulled hard.
The two men staggered out into the open air. Elizabeth felt suddenly dirty. It had been wrong, so damn wrong, and yet she'd still done it. Given in to those soft, affectionate brown eyes like a child. She was indeed the weak, silly girl she strived to avoid.
Jack was having trouble breathing. However, it was not because he was worried about confessing his love to a girl. It was in fact, as a direct result of confessing his love to a girl. As he had predicted, Will was trying to bend him round something sharp. However, nothing sharp had presented itself, so Will had improvised by trying to prevent him breathing. It would in the end, Jack reasoned, have the same, long term, effect; death.
"Why, why did you?"
Was the truth better than lying? It was difficult. Whatever he said, Will wouldn't believe him. Jack settled for neither. He made the only sound he could; a sort of gurgle.
Will dropped him. Jack gasped for air for a few seconds before standing up. Will was back to boring holes through the pirate's skull with his eyes.
"Well? Why?"
Jack shrugged. He didn't actually know. He supposed the real answer would be 'love', but pirates didn't fall in love. They just didn't. Well not Captain Jack Sparrow anyway.
Will seemed to wrestle with his temper and his better self. The latter prevailed.
"I'm going to lock you in the brig, pirate. If you try and escape I'll shoot you. I'm going to sail this ship to Port Royale, and let your old friend, Commodore Norrington decide what to do with you."
Jack eyed him cockily.
"And who, pray, will help you sail, oh courageous one?"
Will, who had started to push Jack down the stairs, faltered.
"Your crew."
Jack was about to make a smooth reply, when Will grinned in a slightly Jack- Sparrow-esque manner.
"Your crew think you dead, Captain. I was on the ship of the woman who poisoned you."
Jack turned to face Will, but Will shoved him further down the stairs.
"No answers, pirate. Why should I spare your life till Port is beyond me."
Elizabeth waited until Will had returned. His eyes had softened, and he smiled caringly as he entered.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry I couldn't rescue you earlier, you see I got taken aboard that other ship, and . . ."
Elizabeth looked into Will's eyes. They were brown, like Jack's. But they weren't deep and mysterious. He was oblivious to anything she felt. At the moment, she felt strongly ashamed of herself, yet he seemed unaware.
"Will, it wasn't how you think."
He stopped. He looked at her questioningly, as though the fact that she could speak at all was a surprise.
"What happened then? Excuse me for saying so, Elizabeth, but I was under the impression that he seduced you!"
Elizabeth was about to answer when she realised that what Will said was true. He had seduced her, but then she had let him. Made no move to stop him at all.
"Yes, he did. But Will, I let him."
Will, who had started pacing the room, looked up. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.
"What? Why?"
Elizabeth stared resolutely at the floor.
"Because I wanted him too. I'm sorry Will, but . . ."
The old, familiar silence flowed back in. Will bit his lip.
"I'm going to gather the crew. We'll be sailing as soon as possible."
Firstly, to Festesfootman;
Yeah, fair does, Elizabeth isn't prissy, but she's kind of 'expected' to be. That doesn't really make sense does it? Oh ok, I admit I was searching for words. And the whole soppy Jack thing . . .I don't know. Perhaps I ought to rewrite it a bit. It was just a wild stab in the dark as to what he'd be like really. *Shrugs*
And to Vesu: Teehee. Yup thought at least one person would think that. But no! I deceived you! But thanks for reviewing, reviewers are good people!
Also, I'd like to point out that Chapter 9 happened during Chapter 8. Just for those who were wondering.
Usual disclaimer.
***********************************************************
Chapter Ten - Revealed
Will Turner could see the 'Pearl' now, bobbing gently in the harbour. The sails were pulling sharply at their masts, trying to escape as the wind flew past them.
He really did feel happy again. His short adventure after the pirate raid on Port Royale had done him good. He needed a change of scenery, and he'd got it.
Stepping onto the gangplank of the familiar ship Will felt ten times better for knowing he'd be with his beloved very soon.
Elizabeth couldn't honestly remember feeling like this. The feel of Jack's fingers running through her hair, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. She moved her hand up to his face and onto his cheek. His skin felt surprisingly smooth. His beautiful dark brown eyes were opposite her own. And suddenly, Elizabeth was falling again. Her body didn't move but her consciousness seemed to be slipping into the darkness. But once again something stopped her. This time it was the feel of Jack's lips on hers. Her guilty conscience nagged her at the very back of her mind. Elizabeth ignored it, and let him kiss her. His mouth tasted faintly of seawater and rum. An un-expectedly pleasant flavour. It tasted almost as good as doing something she knew she shouldn't.
Will walked jauntily across the deck, and pushed open the cabin door. He opened his mouth to call out Elizabeth's name in a cheery manner, before sweeping her into his arms.
But instead, the governor's daughters name came out in a strangled gargle. Will grabbed the doorframe and staggered a few steps backward before attempting to regain his composure.
Jack heard the door squeak faintly, but paid no attention to the noise otherwise. Ships creaked and groaned all the time, why shouldn't the doors squeak occasionally? Then he heard the unmistakable sound of someone getting a nasty shock. Jack drew his lips away as he felt Elizabeth turn her head to the door. And there he was, the whelp in person. Looking like a gutted fish.
Nobody spoke. The silence covered everything like treacle. Will didn't think he could breathe. He wanted to reach for his sword, but it wasn't there. He wanted to break Jack's neck, but he thought better of it; it was too quick a death.
Elizabeth just stood there. Jack had let her go, and she had removed her hand from his face. On one hand, she felt grateful to Will. He had stopped her from doing anything that she was going to regret, but on the other hand, she had almost wanted to have something to regret. Looking from Will to Jack now, she knew well which man she would rather marry. It was just a shame that he was the one least likely to go anywhere near a church for any other reason than to rob it.
"Ahh. So it's you, young William."
The silence continued. No noise except for the lapping of the sea, yet it pounded in Jack's eardrums as though his head was resting on a drum. He looked at Will. The boy's eyes were drilling holes through Jack's head, out the other side, and through the wall behind.
Will looked straight at Jack. He couldn't believe this, even of a pirate. Will was beyond anger; he was on the dead calm on the other side of rage.
In a quick, sharp movement, Will grabbed the open collar of Jack's shirt, stepped backward and pulled hard.
The two men staggered out into the open air. Elizabeth felt suddenly dirty. It had been wrong, so damn wrong, and yet she'd still done it. Given in to those soft, affectionate brown eyes like a child. She was indeed the weak, silly girl she strived to avoid.
Jack was having trouble breathing. However, it was not because he was worried about confessing his love to a girl. It was in fact, as a direct result of confessing his love to a girl. As he had predicted, Will was trying to bend him round something sharp. However, nothing sharp had presented itself, so Will had improvised by trying to prevent him breathing. It would in the end, Jack reasoned, have the same, long term, effect; death.
"Why, why did you?"
Was the truth better than lying? It was difficult. Whatever he said, Will wouldn't believe him. Jack settled for neither. He made the only sound he could; a sort of gurgle.
Will dropped him. Jack gasped for air for a few seconds before standing up. Will was back to boring holes through the pirate's skull with his eyes.
"Well? Why?"
Jack shrugged. He didn't actually know. He supposed the real answer would be 'love', but pirates didn't fall in love. They just didn't. Well not Captain Jack Sparrow anyway.
Will seemed to wrestle with his temper and his better self. The latter prevailed.
"I'm going to lock you in the brig, pirate. If you try and escape I'll shoot you. I'm going to sail this ship to Port Royale, and let your old friend, Commodore Norrington decide what to do with you."
Jack eyed him cockily.
"And who, pray, will help you sail, oh courageous one?"
Will, who had started to push Jack down the stairs, faltered.
"Your crew."
Jack was about to make a smooth reply, when Will grinned in a slightly Jack- Sparrow-esque manner.
"Your crew think you dead, Captain. I was on the ship of the woman who poisoned you."
Jack turned to face Will, but Will shoved him further down the stairs.
"No answers, pirate. Why should I spare your life till Port is beyond me."
Elizabeth waited until Will had returned. His eyes had softened, and he smiled caringly as he entered.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry I couldn't rescue you earlier, you see I got taken aboard that other ship, and . . ."
Elizabeth looked into Will's eyes. They were brown, like Jack's. But they weren't deep and mysterious. He was oblivious to anything she felt. At the moment, she felt strongly ashamed of herself, yet he seemed unaware.
"Will, it wasn't how you think."
He stopped. He looked at her questioningly, as though the fact that she could speak at all was a surprise.
"What happened then? Excuse me for saying so, Elizabeth, but I was under the impression that he seduced you!"
Elizabeth was about to answer when she realised that what Will said was true. He had seduced her, but then she had let him. Made no move to stop him at all.
"Yes, he did. But Will, I let him."
Will, who had started pacing the room, looked up. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.
"What? Why?"
Elizabeth stared resolutely at the floor.
"Because I wanted him too. I'm sorry Will, but . . ."
The old, familiar silence flowed back in. Will bit his lip.
"I'm going to gather the crew. We'll be sailing as soon as possible."